my anxiety as like a little creature in the back of my head
sometimes i like them, but they make it hard to get out of bed
they make me expect the worst
like what if i suddenly burst
it makes it harder for me to try new things
it makes me have to hide my wings
it makes me overthink every little thing
i even overthink when putting on a ring
im scared if i try i will fall
if i do i know i will ball
this is why i no longer try
anxiety is why i want to die